Comma:
I don't know where to put you.
I use you as if you're part of my nature,
But then you clutter my page
Until the reader is out of breath
Due to your numerous pauses.

But you have so many rules
That in the end my head spins
Either from lightheadedness from your pauses
Or from trying to understand your bureaucratic laws.

I can't live with you,
But I can't live without you.
I only know I can use you before "but" and "which!"

I am addicted to you
And still you surprise me
With your convoluted intellect.
You will always fill me with awe
And humble me in my ignorance.